The sharp point of a geometric compass Stabs the page to position the beginning of a circle. We met, came together This was the beginning of us.
The arc was progressing at a constant radius The direction was clear and apparent Succumbing to its pull Riding and shifting to keep its natural path
After a half life, the compass stoppedΒ Β The compass point came loose and as it clawed the page Blobs of blood emerged from the scratches Bleeding with wounds wide open
Task too large to shift and correct its position Task too large for us to fix. So much history and a life built together In midway, stalled.
Best to close the circle Seal it to minimise the bleed Seal you in with our lifes work Close me out to keep distance and end the bleed
Many years later, I see with clarity 2 lives continued separately You needed the security and form, a half circle. A protractor of sorts to help you navigate
With no rules or formulas to navigate Disappointment and failure abounded Colour and shape, I found A pathway to solace, a place I could heal
Semicircle is a form, worthy of its own definition. A meeting point and a point where we ended. New forms emerge and they shift as life reveals itself. No regrets, no malice and in the place remains a sense of gratitude.
Gratitude for the experiences The life lessons we had to learn For the legacy of the wonderful lives we created For sharing THE experience, the most important one.
I am now the shape shifter Bouncing around trying to find form Maybe I am not meant to be one shape Maybe this is what a creative does